BugsA Poem by I Am Svetlana
They are here, they are there.
My god, they're everywhere! No one knows, but me. Should I tell them what I see? The bugs are in my skin. They're coming to get me again. It sounds like I've gone off the deep end, but I'm serious this time. Ceilings, walls. On silverware, bathroom stalls. Must I see them on everything? Doctor, is something wrong with me? Sigh...I apologize. I'm afraid of things I can't see. All I received was only a forest of goosebumps. © 2015 I Am SvetlanaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 28, 2015 Last Updated on June 28, 2015 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more.. |

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